Guess how I spent the last few hours of being 35 and the first few hours of being 36? That’s right! I was talking to a man. And I like him. And it was fun. And I like him. Sure he may live 10 gazillion miles away in a magical place where summer is winter and the TOILETS FLOW BACKWARDS due to fancy science stuff aka MAGIC (ugh. I know you are all waiting with bated breath to see if I know the term Coreolis Effect. I know it……just can’t spell it.). Did I mention I like him?
Yep. There are 47 billion things that could go wrong…..I don’t care. It is my birthday and I got to connect with someone who made me feel happy and I may be the luckiest lady in all the world.
I’m off to grab just a few hours of sleep to dream of toilets flushing the wrong way. Or maybe about someone who made me feel squishy inside because he wanted to send me flowers for my birthday.
Gnite y’all.

Squished Together…

I write this blog to make myself laugh, and sometimes I even make other people laugh. Beware, there are probably spelling, syntax, grammar, and formatting mistakes all through this blog--but I try not to frak it up too much. I used to try to maintain two blogs, and since that was ridiculously difficult to do that as well as, you know, live--I decided to 'squish' the two of them together. Regardless of what my best friend thinks, the name of this blog has little to nothing to do with my boobs. *sigh* But, since I have family who could some day find this blog I have decided to put anything somewhat risque under a password. Anyone who would like that password needs only to send me a request. If you make the subject line something like "smut" or "password" it will help. :) Please send all requests to: squishedtogether@gmail.com
*kisses*